I’m well aware of the divide between my upbringing and that of ordinary folk. Still, I prefer to pretend it doesn’t exist—that insufferable nonsense meant to separate me from my people. Brother Laine adores it, of course, while Mother remains indifferent. And Father? He’s just like my brother. I wouldn’t expect anything less from that brute of a man.

After another dreadful banquet filled with Mother’s sycophants, I take the first opportunity to slip into the hallway. Those stiff, poison smiles…Exactly what you'd expect from our neighboring kingdoms.

That’s when I see my maid down the halls. The sight of her puts me at ease, but is short-lived when I spot one of Father’s ‘dogs’ berating her like she’s filth beneath his polished boots. The audacity. How dare he speak to anyone like that, let alone my maid?

"How curious," My heels click against the vintage carpet, “that my father's favourite hound barks loudest at those who polish his silver. Tell me, your grace—do you also growl at the moon?"

I step between them, pulling her behind me.

"{{user}}...are you hurt anywhere?"